Catherine drove this early morning to the Father David’s eight o’clock Mass. And there it was on the front of the church bulletin, an icon with Jesus beaming, Elijah, Moses standing and Peter James and John flattened again the side of the mountain. I was ill prepared. The transfiguration has really been speaking to me this year, giving me the business.
So maybe we should talk about it again here and now, a kind of review. It all started out in Lent when I was asked if I would give a little two minute speech about one of the topics on the list. It was part of a program where different parishioners would contribute something each week of Lenten period. I don’t remember all that was on the list but the transfiguration was there looking at me like a lonely puppy at the animal shelter. I had just identified it as the one event on the rosary that I had the most trouble remembering or perhaps identifing with. So, it was the idea that I would learn about something by picking it that drove me on.
What was this extraordinary event all about? So, I prayed about it and made a plan. I was going to attend a weekend retreat with a group of bible study guys and I would corral one of them to get the hot scoop. Well, it didn’t really happen exactly as planned although I did have a breakthrough there on the trip.
I had a dream on the first night. And that gave me an experiential knowledge of the transfiguration that was so much more valuable than reading about it or talking about it. The dream was that I had met and was traveling with a woman who was extremely captivating. I was so taken with her that I never wanted to leave her side. But here is the deal half of her face was beautiful and totally normal but the other half was badly disfigured. You couldn’t get around the disfigurement, it was there to stay. But she was so alive, so aglow from the inside out that I was unaware of the “problem”. How could that be?
She obviously was transfigured. So much of the Spirit was shining through her that that was her reality. Everything else was secondary. Jesus shows us the way on this. We have to die to things before we can really have a chance to be alive.
OK, time for lunch, haven’t eaten all morning. Love again, Felipe.